Vocal, apathetic generation, luxury plus desperation,
Transparent, ambiguous nation, a kingdom of conspiracy like Immolation,
Truth hurts don't it? Shown it. This one life you're alone in,
You like to omit, phone it in but the truth it it's your life so own it.
The children of an ideal that we have never held,
The fear of inevitable fictions, that we've created for ourselves.
The truth in a nutshell, encased in an underground bunker,
(we are) The fear we can't quell, defined by our own falls and blunders.
We're not the first to see corruption, and not defy,
Truth surrounds the lies but we ignore it, and stay inside.